Two months after our Red Sea swinger fling, Ruby’s body still burned with that memory. Tonight, back from a dull party, champagne buzzing, I craved it again. ‘Strip,’ I whispered in the car. ‘Here? Now?’ Her eyes sparkled. Fear. Lust. She peeled off clothes. Naked goddess under streetlights. Passing cars flashed by. I took the long way. Turned onto a dirt forest path. Hundred meters in. Engine off. Phares dark. Pulled her close. Kissed hot skin. Fingers found her dripping pussy. Wet shivers. ‘Get out. Walk into the woods.’ ‘Naked? You’ll hurt me!’ ‘A few scratches. I’ll light you up like a lost angel.’ She cursed. But her cunt spasmed. Climbed out. Bare feet crunched leaves. ‘Ow! Fuck!’ Voice echoed soft. Silhouette faded into black trees. I waited. Heart thumped. Then phares on. Boom. Her pale body glowed. Trembling behind trunks. Eyes wide. Horny panic. ‘Happy now? Can I come back?’ ‘Slow, love. You’re stunning.’ Phone out. Snapped pics. Didn’t see the car stop at the path’s edge. Two men walking up. Footsteps muffled on dirt. Ruby danced on toes. Blinded by lights. They reached me. Stared at her. ‘Evening. National Police. What’s on this private trail? Rescuing damsels?’ Ruby spotted them. ‘Oh God!’ Bolted to car. Grabbed blouse, skirt. Clutched naked tits. Hid pussy. Hid behind door. ‘Didn’t know private, Inspector.’ ‘Leclerc. This is Sergeant Varnier.’ ‘She’s my wife. Nature call. No ticket?’ He grinned. ‘Fun marriage if she strips to piss.’ Lampe beam swept her curves. I could’ve stopped it. But ideas sparked. Egypt flashbacks. ‘She’s exhibitionist. Nympho too. Needs relief.’ ‘True, lady?’ ‘No! Just didn’t want bush stains!’ ‘Pity. Or we’d bust for public indecency.’ ‘Jacques!’ ‘He’s right, babe. Obey.’ ‘Out both. Vehicle search.’ I winked back. He nodded. Game on. Ruby out. Half-dressed. ‘Clothes inside. Don’t ruin ’em.’ She glared. Arm over tits. Hand on slit. Pressed to me. Inspecteur: ‘Hands on hood. Legs wide.’ Tremble. Breath hot on neck. Fingers kneaded natural tits. Nipples rock hard. ‘Real beauties. Sensitive.’ Gloved now. Bent over. Ass mooned. Pussy glistening. Tears of juice. ‘Gonna check cavities. Drugs hidden.’ ‘No! I’m no dealer!’ ‘Post then. Press snapping pics.’ ‘Do it, hon. Your nips beg it.’ She quivered. I kissed her fierce. Fingers plunged. She came hard. Gushed. Moaned low. Saw Varnier stroking cock in car. Her pussy flooded. ‘Slut loves eyes on her cum.’ She smiled wicked. Inspector back. Gloves on. ‘Bend. Spread.’ Fingers in ass. She rocked. Groaned deep. ‘Clean. Welcoming though.’ On hood. Legs splayed. Cunt winked. ‘Condoms. Now.’ Boss move. She owned it. Inspecteur rolled on. Thrust in. Grunted. Two minutes. Blasted. Varnier next. Huge. ‘Yessss!’ Legs wrapped. Fucked hood to backseat. Slam. Squish. Muffled cries. He unloaded. They laughed off. ‘Bad spot for meets.’ Door shut. I pounced. Fucked her senseless. Three hours. Kama Sutra in tight space. Finally drove. Silent. Head on shoulder. Heart still raced. Lights from houses flickered past. Neighborhood slept. Our secret. ‘Tomorrow?’ ‘Whatever we crave. Together.’ Kiss sealed it. Deeper love. Carte blanche.